“What do you think of Pierre?” she asked almost abruptly.
“What do I think of him, Sarah? I think he is very charming and indeed one of the nicest young men I have encountered, although as you know I have not met many.”
“I have met hundreds,” Sarah said, “but I do think that Pierre is rather special.”
Orlina turned to look at her.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked.
Sarah drew in a deep breath.
“When we leave the yacht, he is taking me to meet his parents,” she said, “and you know what that means.”
“Do I?” Orlina asked. “What does it mean?”
“It means that if they approve of me he will ask me to marry him.”
Orlina dropped the lip salve she was holding in her hand and turned round.
“What are you saying Sarah?” she enquired.
“I have decided,” Sarah said, “that I would be very ha
